Good or bad, I must write. (Ego says pretty good.)

I'm using Medium to "hone my craft." "Polish my chops." "Butter my toast." (haven't had breakfast yet.)

I have illusions of fame and fortune, but they are fleeting. Reality is a non-sexist bitch and bastard. Medium will quite likely never provide beer money.

But I appreciate the readers, the comments, the editors, and the platform for what it provides.

And writers like you!